A holy harvest
These High Holy Days have been transformative. There are so many moments that have contributed to the mountaintop experience that it would take a whole Shabbat encouragement to acknowledge all of them. The services have truly felt anointed.
Now, as we enter these days of Sukkot, especially as Messianic Jews, we can feel the richness, the fullness, the light of Yeshua powerfully as we reflect on this holiday. The flimsy sukkah contrasts with the awe of feeling the permanence and presence of our Abba, the safety of His arms, even in such a temporary structure.
At one level, Sukkot and the building of the sukkah occur at this time of year to follow the agrarian rhythm, that is, a structure made of elements of the harvest and filled with its bounty happen in the fall. How interesting that God created this timing of Sukkot and the fall harvest – to juxtapose the beauty and brilliant rich colors that adorn the somewhat plain and fragile structure of the sukkah, itself.
The frame, as humanity, is weak of body. The opposite of that, fresh fruits, plants, and vegetables, fill the inside and adorn the sukkah, as we admire its beauty and share meals together within its splendor. Similarly, our hearts are filled with Yeshua showering His Love on us and our love on others though our bodies are often fragile frames. The starkness of the unadorned sukkah is like the dryness of our spirit without His Love, and without our love of Him.
God’s timing is always perfect as we who know Him house hearts and renewed spirits having just gone through our cycle of repentance and rebirth. The light of Yeshua inside us shines even brighter as we experience the richness of this spiritual harvest. When we immerse in the blessings of these days, as we open our hearts to receive Him, we feel His closeness all the more.
I hope you take a few moments during these special days to spend time in Ruach’s or your sukkah. These are joyous days to experience the vibrancy of the harvest of hearts filled with love of Him, and His love of us.
Blessings,
Diane